A few changes and additions I have for the Kingsman Universe:
I am going to extend the timeline of The Golden Circle film. Where now Poppy has girlbossed too close to the sun/one of her lackies slips up, so she has a Kingsman agent sniffing around, and, not knowing if the information had been passed on yet, she does the safe thing and takes out the entire organization. Merlin and Eggsy do not have the intel, and so they spend at least a few months at Statesman.
Agent Absinthe (my Chris Motionless OC) is basically just Chris but a spy was/is the front man of a popular metal band, recruited as part of an outreach initiative to have more "flavors" of agents, aka people who could blend into different types of crowds. He still performs and, while his bandmates are confused by his schedule/their crazy tour schedule dictated by their "manager" i.e. Champagne, it's oddly working so they just kind of go with it.
Absinthe and Vermouth (my s/i OC) have a kid. A little girl name Madeline. Since they have some trust issues because of their work, they actually bring her to Statesman with them when they have to be there. Normally, a pre-school age girl wouldn't be allowed in a top secret facility, but the other agents love her, and Champ, who considers himself a surrogate grandpa to her, always jokes that she's just training to take over someday, "Gotta start 'em young." and all that. He's even picked out her code name, so everyone at Statesman calls her "Brandy". The last agent Brandy died so they needed to fill the "role" but really it's to keep her safe.
(Just somethin’ cute that I found in my old WIP’s that I ended up revising and finishing!)
“Fuck!” Absinthe yelped as the car suddenly swerved on the icy road.
Merlin’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel from gripping it and he put the car in park, tapping his glasses to get in contact with Harry.
“Harry, I’m afraid Absinthe and myself will not be able to make it back to HQ, the blizzard is getting too strong.”
It was a freak storm that came out of nowhere and one of the strongest that Scotland had seen since the 1930’s. The two had gone on a bit of a road trip to retrieve a drop done by an informant a few hours from the facility and now it seemed that they were stranded. The wind softly whipping the car side to side.
“Yes, yes hold on let me see where we are. Mhmm, yes my place isn’t too far from here I think we could make it. I’ll let y’know when we arrive safely.”
“Oh, a sleep over, how exciting.” Elise tried to make the best of the situation and felt accomplished when Merlin gave a smile.
“I haven’t been to the house in quite some time, hopefully everything is functioning. I’ll getcha some clothes to sleep in and I know I’ve got some tea there.”
“As long as its warm.”
She was jittery with excitement, she had the biggest crush on the techie. It was the reason she had volunteered to come with him in the first place and now they would have to stay at his personal home? Fantastic. By some miracle of god they had managed to make it the last couple of miles, almost sliding into a ditch twice. It was a small, rustic style cottage that screamed look at how comfy and cute I am! Come stay here! When they finally made it in Elise was surprised to see that the interior had been remodeled as modernized and tech savvy, all except for the obnoxious tartan décor and stone fireplace.
“F-f-fuck it’s cold in here.” Elise was shaking as she piled wood into the fireplace and lit it while Merlin attempted to get the heater working.
“The house may look modern, but don’t let it fool you because it’s old and rickety.” Merlin cursed typing on a wall monitor.
Elise held back the snort of laughter that threatened to bubble out of her mouth.
“Yes, like me.” It was like he had read her mind.
“Honey, I didn’t say that!”
“No, but y’where thinking of it weren’t y’?” He teased.
The home suddenly whirred to life and they could hear the heater kicking up. Absinthe followed him to the kitchen as he put on a kettle, pouring a good fingers worth of scotch into each waiting and chipped mug. The tea and alcohol helped to warm them as they stood huddled in the kitchen and chatting till both had their fill, a shot or two from the bottle included.
“It’ll take some time for the whole house to get warm. Follow me love, let’s get ya some clothes to sleep in.”
Her heart skipped a beat at the pet name and she followed him down the narrow hallway. Unlike Harry’s/Eggsy’s home that was riddled with small collections the walls of the cottage were bare except for a few pieces of art and pictures, the scheme was a mix of modernist slate and fucking green tartan. Merlin’s room was of no surprise with it’s beige comforter and a suspended flatscreen being the only thing gracing the walls. He opened some drawers and pulled out several pairs of sweatpants, socks, and opened the closet door to find a sweatshirt or jumper.
“I’ll take these grey ones and ohhh so many sweaters-”
“Jumpers.” He corrected.
Absinthe let out an over the top sigh at being corrected, but took the dark blue one he handed her with a smile and left to go change in front of the fire place where it would be warm. When she came back in the room Hamish was talking to Harry over the flat screen, the connection fuzzy and slow.
“Ah, glad to see both of you are in one piece, if the storm lets up tomorrow we’ll send someone out. Until then try to stay warm, maybe cuddle a bit?” Harry Hart laughed at his own suggestion and cut the connection.
“I turned the bed warmer on and the blanket is weighted-”
“Wait, wait, wait. You aren’t giving me the master bed are you?”
“Of course, yer my guest, I’ve fallen asleep on that couch loads of times.”
“No! I’m not gonna steal your bed. For fuck sake we’re adults, we can sleep in the same bed without making it a-a-awkward.” Absinthe’s teeth began clacking on the last word as she shivered.
“Y’alright there, lass?”
“Ya, it’s just fucking freezing in here.”
Merlin shifted his weight before sighing and lifting up the blankets, “c’mere then. I’ll stay with you until the house heats up.”
“See? I knew you wanted to cuddle.”
“Huddle,” He corrected, “and y’better get over here before I change my mind.”
Elise didn’t waste any time and crawled into the bed, quickly making herself at home and giggling when Merlin slid in awkwardly. She saved him the embarrassment of trying to figure out how to lay by wiggling into his side, nose pressed into his shoulder, and arms wrapped around his torso.
“Wow.” She mumbled, surprised by how defined his arms felt through the sweatshirt.
“Hmm?”
“You’re just, well a lot more solidly built than I originally thought, especially since you’re so gangly.”
“Excuse me? Gangly?” He turned over to face her.
“Oh come on you know what I mean! Tall and gangly.”
“I let ya come into my bed and y’ insult me in my own home-”
She rolled her eyes and began scooting away, “Oh my god I didn’t mean it in a bad way! I’m sorry!”
He let out a deep laugh and pulled her back to him.
“Oh stop and come here, I’m kidding.” Merlin felt one of her legs curled around his side bringing their bodies impossibly close.
It was making him nervous.
“So, Tequila won’t be upset by this right?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Oh, I just heard- I thought y’two were a thing.”
“No, we had a fling awhile back but we’re too good of friends to take it anywhere serious. Just the occasional fuck if we both need it.”
Another silence that was only interrupted by the howling wind and snow outside followed.
“What about you? I mean you totally don’t have to tell me, I just never hear anything about you around HQ.”
“No. As sad as it sounds I don’t think I remember the last time I had someone in my bed wearing my clothes.”
His breath hit her neck and Absinthe shivered at the deep sound of his voice which prompted him to pull her closer. Close enough to feel the outline of his hardening cock in the sweats he was wearing.
“What? You’re so handsome that’s ridiculous.”
“Handsome, huh?” He chuckled.
“Oh I’m so sorry do compliments make you uneasy?” Elise rolled her eyes.
“Are you sassing me? In my own bed?”
“Aye. M’ sassin’ ye.” Absinthe snapped in an over exaggerated Scottish accent.
Merlin looked like he had never been more insulted in his life, “ye are such a brat.”
“Brat?!”
“Mhmm, a cheeky, little American brat”
“I’m anything but little and I don’t take kindly to taunts from bullying Scots.”
There was no semblance of chill in the bed or room any longer, only the tingle in their bodies that came from getting soaked in cold and then warmed back up quickly. If either had been wearing their glasses they would have fogged from the heat of their mingled breathing, the flirting eased Merlin’s nerves and he let his hand that was spread between her shoulder blades slide down dangerously close to her ass.
“Ye gonna do somethin’ about it then?”
“Mhmm, something...so...awful” Elise angled her face closer to the Quartermaster’s as a distraction, inching her fingers under his jumper to press her still cold hand to his lower abdomen.
Hamish hissed and jerked from the cold sensation, grabbing for Elise’s wrist as she cackled at his response, her laughter dying when she found that one wrist was pinned to her side as the other lay trapped under Merlin. He looked pretty smug about the situation and leaned over her, enjoying the halfhearted struggle she made to free her wrist.
“And jus’ like a Statesman it seems ye didn’t quite think everythin’ through now, did ye? Or maybe this is how y’wanted to end up all along?”
Elise grinned and tipped her hips up slightly to rub against the stiff line in his sweatpants she was aching to get at, “seems like you’re enjoying this just as much as I am, Quartermaster.”
He suddenly flushed with embarrassment and released her mumbling apologies, trying to save a little bit of his dignity. There was a mutual attraction and Merlin would be lying if he said he didn’t slightly hope this was how the night would turn out, but he was beginning to lose his nerve. It had been awhile and he had heard rumors regarding the agent currently under him, that she got around and then acted like it never happened. Hamish did have a nasty habit of developing feelings when it came to sexual interactions, although his rational train of thought was quickly losing track as she held him in place with a leg hooked around his.
“Like I said, we’re both adults here and if you have no interest in me I completely understand. You do seem like the buttoned up, wait till marriage with a skinny blonde kinda guy so I won’t be offended, but I am going to be straight up with you and say that I’ve wanted to be in this position since we first met.”
“Really?” It came out a bit more surprised and breathless than the Kingsman would have liked.
“Mhmm, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly shy about my signals. But again, I won’t be offended if I’m not your type.”
“Ah, fuck lass I think yer gorgeous. Jus’ as soft as I thought ya would be and even better lookin’ in my clothes than I imagined.” He returned to his previous position on her, resting his forehead on hers and rocking his hips in earnest now.
“Ya?” Absinthe replied in a high voice and finally brought their lips together.
Much like the storm outside- it did not start out soft, but rather immediately went into a ravaging. Teeth clanking together and lips bitten before pausing for Hamish to eagerly push the jumper over her head, he pulled back slightly to get in the full view of her torso- round hips and all. Thumb rubbing over a nipple hardened by the cold and pleasure before his mouth descended on it, flicking his tongue in a way that made her quake.
His hand also made quick work of her sweats so he could get to what he wanted and Elise screeched, “no no no you’re hands are still so- COLD! Cold!”
“But you’re so warm- and so fucking soaked already.” The crudeness was accompanied by his warming fingers gliding over and opening her lips so he could circle her clit.
The foreplay was making Absinthe grow impatient and she took matters into her own hands using her feet to push down Merlin’s pants and wrap a hand around his cock. She had not had the pleasure of seeing it yet, but the weight and swell of it in her palm let her know that he was going to fill her to the brim. He took her wrist again with a shaky grip to stop her rhythm, resting his face in her neck and chuckling.
“Love, if y’keep doin’ that I won’t make it much longer. Ye do have me quite wound up.”
“Fuck me, then.” and softer, “please?”
Hamish found that his hips fit against hers quite nicely and despite being on the edge already he took the time to rub himself against her cunt until a high-pitched whine made him take pity and finally fill her up. His full body lying on hers as he began with slow, deep thrusts like he had all the time in the world.
“Oh, fuck Hamish.” Elise hadn’t been quite ready for how deep he could get nor the lovely feeling of being stretched just enough for satisfaction.
“I know, I know. Fuck, we should’ve done this ages ago- is this alrigh’?”
“God yes, I want more though. I can take your cock, I promise.”
The movement got sharper as he moved to his elbows for leverage and kneed her legs open wider, “aye, I bet I could bend y’over and do with ya as I please and you’d jus’ take it like a good girl.”
This was too much too fast for both of them, but Hamish was determined not to embarrass himself by finishing so quickly and alternated between slow thrusts accompanied with deep kisses and nipple play and the quicker, harder ones that made her keen, his own moans filling the room when she kept constricting around his cock. Elise looked up at him with flushed cheeks and swollen lips- oh he was so fucked.
“Fuck, lass m’sorry but ya feel to fucking good and m’not gonna be able to hold back much longer.”
“Please don’t hold it back, I want you to cum for me.”
Her begging for it was too much and Hamish jerked back, dotting her thighs and his hand with cum, gasps muffled in her hair and neck. Elise held him as he recovered, scratching his back and bringing his hand up to her mouth so she could lick it clean.
“Ye ok?”
“Me? I’m fucking great, a little uh- wet, but great.”
“Let me get ya somethin’ to clean up with. In the mornin we can shower and maybe go another round if yer feelin’ up for it?”
After the required clean up, which to Elise’s surprise included Hamish slipping under the covers and devouring her to orgasm till she begged him to let up, they returned to a cuddling position and drifted off between soft kisses. She wasn’t sure how the Kingsman would act in the morning, half expecting to wake up and find that he was already dressed and waiting for a recovery vehicle trying to ignore her as much as possible- after all it had happened before. That wasn’t the case with Hamish.
“G’morning.” The Scots accent was rougher with sleep and so were his chapped lips as he placed kisses along her shoulder.
“Mmm, good morning.”
“Harry called and said we’ve got a few hours before they’ll send anyone out to get us. Snarky bastard dinnae overlook the clothes we seemed to have thrown about the room, so m’sure there’ll be talk when we get back.”
“Does that upset you? We can always deny it.” It was true, they could, but her stomach dropped at the thought of Hamish not wanting to be associated with her.
“Let em talk. Now how about that shower? I’m dyin’ to see ye properly and from how sweetly you begged last night M’sure you’d be just as happy to see my cock.”
Elise stretched and turned to face him, “Only if you promise I can get on my knees in the shower.”
